Mothers and Daughters

I was directed to some poems by one of my Yahoo groups, and found a few that I like. This one really touched me, for some reason. Many of you who stop by are women and you’re either mothers or daughters. Sorry to any guys who visit, but then, it is almost Mother’s Day, so bear with us. I hope this poem doesn’t make anyone sad. It seems to me that Mother’s Day is often sad for one reason or another. For years after my mom went to glory, it was sad for me. Even though the day is not a Christian holiday, it is a special day for many folks and often a happy one. Mothers are special people, don’t you agree? And grandmothers too, right? Especially, godly ones. I picked this picture because it seems that it’s a grandmom nursing her granddaughter. Of course, you know I would like that one. (And my granddaughter is sick today, from a cold she got from me!)

Read this and think about it. It’s pretty deep:

Mothers and daughters

Were daughters and mothers

Not so long ago.

We give and take

And take and give

Along time's endless row.

Love is passed

And love received

To be passed on again:

A precious heirloom

Twice, twice blessed,

A spiritual cardigan.

I'll put it on

And treasure it,

The me I have received,

And when the roles

Reverse again,

I'll have what I most need.

So may our love

Go on and on,

A hundred thousand years;

Mothers and daughters,

Daughters and mothers,

Through joys and other tears.

~Nicholas Gordon